When Trish came to, she was warm and floaty. It took her a few moments to realize she was relaxing in the large tub, cradled on Jordan’s lap. Steam heated the air around them, and Jordan’s hands gently rubbed a soapy washcloth over her body. She whimpered a little as the rough cloth moved over her breasts and nipples, which stood at attention under the stimulation but were still sore from the clamps. Beneath her bottom, his cock hardened.
“Just relax, babygirl,” he murmured into her hair. “I’ve got you.”
She couldn’t relax, not right away, but, as he continued to wash her with gentle motions that didn’t veer into the sexual, even when he gently rubbed her pussy lips before moving down her legs, she slowly did. Trish leaned her head against his shoulder and let out a small sigh as he turned her sideways on his lap so he could lift her legs out of the water, one by one, and wash their entire length.
“This is nice,” she said, without thinking, and then clamped her mouth shut, her entire body stiffening. Trish hated herself for the unthinking admission.
Jordan didn’t respond verbally, but his lips pressed against the top of her head before he began to work the washcloth between each of her toes.
5
“You are not to talk to Bella or Alex,” Jordan warned, his grey eyes serious as he led Trish into the outdoor area. “If I catch you even within speaking distance of them, I will spank you for a full ten minutes.”
Which would undo all the healing properties of the cream he’d applied to her backside this morning. Trish had only had the most lingering aches from her punishment, but Jordan had still given her the cream. She was back to feeling good, her bottom not the slightest bit sore, so a return to that state was a good threat.
Trish nodded.
She wasn’t sure she wanted to talk to Bella, anyway. What would Trish say to her? “I know you don’t remember, but you did something really stupid and got us both into a lot of trouble—how could you be so dumb?” Yeah, not exactly a great conversation starter. She also didn’t want to explain to Alex or Bella that she still had all her memories and they didn’t—especially because it was likely that would get her in more trouble.
So, after Jordan was pulled away by a couple soldiers for a quick discussion, Trish stayed where she was and didn’t try toapproach the pool. When Bella looked at her, Trish gave her head a little shake and looked away.
Somehow, Bella seemed to take the hint.
It was both a relief and a little lonely. At least until Jordan came back to sit with Trish again, obviously pleased, which was also a relief. He pulled her onto his lap and kept her there as others came by to talk with him—never about anything important. Most of them were looking for hints about what he knew or confirmation of gossip they’d heard. Marek and Laura came by to chat, which gave Trish someone to talk to, as well.
Not that the others didn’t try to talk to her, she just felt shyer with them. There were so many people at the compound, they all knew who Trish was, and she didn’t know or remember the majority of their names. And most of them were a little scary, even though she felt secure with Jordan’s arms around her.
When they left the outdoor area, Jordan pulled her into an empty room. It was some kind of conference room, if she went by the large table with chairs seated all around it and the large screen on the wall.
“You were a very good girl,” he crooned, shutting the door behind him.
Trish’s heart rate kicked up in either excitement or fear, she wasn’t sure which. This was out of her routine—something he’d never done—so it made her nervous even though he’d praised her.
Jordan came forward and pulled her flush against him before leaning down to kiss her. Trish relaxed slightly. Starting with kissing probably meant nothing bad would happen. And she definitely shouldn’t feel a little bit of disappointment about that. Trish opened her mouth to his tongue, kissing him back before the thought popped up in her mind that she shouldn’t. She tried to pull away, but Jordan held her tightly, deepening the kiss and lifting her up so her feet didn’t touch the floor.
Completely unstable, she instinctively put her arms around his neck and held on as he kissed her thoroughly, aggressively, completely overwhelming her with his strength, his domination, and his taste. Trish’s mind whirled—she should resist, but she didn’t want to go from being a ‘good’ girl to being a ‘bad’ girl.
Good girls received pleasure.
Bad girls got spanked.
Was it worth fighting for the sake of fighting? To make something that would be pleasurable into something painful? Trish had seen Alex doing that enough. Bella, on the other hand, was more willing to bend and go with the flow. And they both dealt better with punishment than Trish did.
Trish didn’t want to be punished. Not just because it hurt, but because it was embarrassing how her body responded to it.
And the kiss was really good.
Jordan set Trish down on the table and kept kissing her as his hands slid from her hips up to her breasts, caressing and squeezing the small mounds. Trish couldn’t stop the little shudder of pleasure that went through her at his touch. He knew what to do to arouse her; how hard to squeeze to make her tingle with painful pleasure that excited her far more than pure pleasure could.
When he broke off the kiss, leaving her gasping for breath, his lips began to move down her neck, his hands still full of her breasts, and Trish gave in. She let go. Closed her eyes and turned off her brain.
It didn’t matter whether it was right or wrong, or whether she should fight or not. For this moment, she would enjoy it.
Trish didn’t want to think about whether she was a good girl or a bad girl. She was so tired of worrying, of judging herself, of trying to find smart ways to fight back.
And Jordan seemed more intent on her pleasure than anything else right now.
Give in, give in, give in…
